Karin followed him inside, turning to carefully close and lock the door behind her. She hoped there was no reason for such paranoia, but one could not be sure; the building had seen stranger things than random interlopers, even on their very floor. "I uh..." She pulled a hand through her hair, wincing as her thin fingers caught on a tangle. Moving with slow, shuffling steps she joined him in the kitchen, casting a glance around the comfortingly familiar surroundings. "I had a bad dream."
Looking over his state of undress, she realized just how inappropriately she herself was clothed. Clad in track shorts, tank top, and precious little else, she suddenly felt self conscious, and more than a little foolish for having run out so quickly. Her arms folded across her chest, hiding the swell of her breasts beneath the thin cloth. Forcing her eyes away from his skin, away from the muscled slope of his shoulders, she looked down at her bare feet, her teeth sinking into the swell of her lower lip. "I'm sorry I woke you," she said, though the moment she spoke it, she knew it for a lie. In truth she was more pleased than she could put to words that he had answered the door. "Fee's at work. I didn't know where else to go."